Daniel Guy's Blog

by Daniel Guy Everyone at the university was shocked by Kim's suicide. The third year science student had been found hanging from a bar by a rope in the gym, dressed in her white tennis skirt and top. Only her best friends knew why she did it. She had been a very pretty student with long white hair and chestnut eyes, who was much adored by most of the male students.   A few days before she died, Kim had split with Rick, the handsome blond and blue-eyed captain of the college football team.   The following day Rick shared his anger and wounded pride with his friends in the team. They hunted her down one evening and when they found her in a corridor by the science labs, they cornered her and taunted her till she cried, calling her 'whore' and 'slut' and other names. When later that day, Kim had discovered the words 'Kim is a cheap piece of trash' painted onto the windscreen of her car, she again burst into tears and sought comfort from h...

by Daniel Guy Jenny opened the door and grinned with delight as she saw me standing there in my new shiny black rubber dress.   As we hugged for a moment on the doorstep, she lifted the back of my dress to expose my arse and the fact that I was wearing no knickers, and then she hummed a soft sexy ‘Mmmmmmm’ into my ear.   It was good to see her. While she fixed the drinks I sat on the couch in her lounge and kicked off my black shiny stilettos. ‘So where is this new slave?’ I asked as Jenny returned with drinks. ‘You keep telling me about his amazing cock, so let’s see it.’ Jen grinned mischievously she poured wine into my glass and mumbled coyly, ‘He’s in a big black garbage bag outside the back door.’ ‘What, you haven’t got rid of him already?   I thought you’d only recently had him delivered.’ Jenny laughed. ‘No, that’s where he likes to be kept when I’m not using him. Come on, I’ll show you.’ I followed her out and sure enough outsid...

by Daniel Guy. ‘It’s a what? ’ asked McBride. ‘A Mummification Pole. That’s what we’re calling it at the moment, but it probably needs a sexier name. I know it’s late Mr McBride, but if you’re free right now, I can bring it up to your office and you can have a look at it.’ ‘O.K. Steve.   Bring it up.’ Alec McBride   hung up, sat back into his sumptuous leather chair and let out a long deep sigh. By the time it was finished, he had forgotten all about Steve. There were much more pressing things on his mind than Steve’s whacky ideas.   He glanced at his watch and saw that it was close to midnight. ‘Fuck ‘em’ he mumbled to himself. He got up from his desk. He walked over to the drinks cabinet at the far end of his large office and poured out a large Jack Daniels.   Probably his last, he thought as he wandered back to the window and gazed out at the impressive view of the city, illuminated by a million tiny streetlamps.   His head was fil...